A gusty breeze blew.
The mountain was steep.
We climbed it together,
Our love ran so deep.
Not one soul did we see
Not a bird on the wing,
We were blind to all others
I was queen, you were king.
Now the sun shines again
Not a cloud up above
We weathered life's storm
So true was our love.
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